Exams on High.

Lovely. I woke up this morning to the sound of my alarm, as usual. And just like the usual, I hesitated to get up.This past week had been nothing but a pain, and with the addition of my monthly enemy, things just seem worse. After getting ready, eating, and hearing the voice of my angel on the other side of the phone line, I headed off to the bus stop with a few things on my mind: 1. I'm gonna fail my Spanish exam, 2. I want this day over with, and 3. I'm gonna fail my Spanish exam. My confidence was just exuding off my skin, I know. In the bus, I'm plagued by the same thing that's been on my mind these past few months. Getting my license. Obviously, its gonna be a pain for someone like me, who's father is the main cause of fear. I'm not afraid of driving. I'm past that. I'm just concerned about the amount of anger and frustration I'll be holding in while hearing the constant, incoherent, and redundant ramblings of the old man beside me in the passenger seat. Whether the anger and frustration is healthy to keep bottled is beyond me, but I highly doubt I'd be able to keep it in for long.

As I wait outside the enterance of the damned high school, I looked around to see students coming in by the bus loads. I could hear the muffled humming of their voices through my earphones and I began to wonder if they thought the same thing I did about school. Did they want to leave as much as I did? Do they miss their old schools, roaming around the familiar corridors as opposed to the new painted halls of my own personal hell? Did they just want this year of their lives over with? And most importantly, did they feel just as isolated as I did? Probably not. Only I could sum up my time in Okkodo to be this emo sounding... unintentionally, but naturally. In a frantic way, I tried my best to study once we were gathered up in the common area to wait for the bell to ring for classes. I had about an hour to kill, and I wanted to make that hour well spent. I failed. After "studying" for Spanish, I crashed out, my arms folded on the table and my head resting on them. A few of my friends followed suit. I'm such a trendsetter.

Fourth period went by in a daze. I was so groggy I could barely keep my eyes open to look for the answers in the book. And with an exam four pages long, what do you expect? Thankfully though, my teacher had mercy on us and let us have the remaning 25 minutes of class to relax. Exactly what I needed knowing that I would be going insane in my next class. Fifth period was... not what I expected. I thought I'd be gasping for air and suffering of a heart attack after the exam, but it was rather easy. A perfect score isn't a guarantee for me in that class, but I know my work was well enough to pass. Lunch was fine, I suppose. I won't even bother go into detail with that. Sixth period. Honestly, I don't even remember what we did. All I can recall is me drawing on my friend's arm. Some honor student.
The school day was over. Another week had passed like a slug in a race, but I was thankful it was over. All I wanted to go was get home and hear that voice that makes everything better. I wish I could say the same for him. My lovey got sick. I hate feeling so helpless when it comes to him, and anyone that mattered to me, actually. Get well soon, bubby. And goodnight to my readers.